Upper Realm Immortal Realm.

Wu Zhi is here for everything.

Some memories that didn't belong to him popped up in his mind for no reason.

Seventeen years ago.

The Upper Realm of the Worlds.

I think it was at the beginning, before Wu Zhi's parents violated the rules of heaven.

Wu Zhi's mother once turned into a mortal and came to the mortal realm.

I want to protect my child as much as possible.

By mistake, I entered Yasukuni.

Yasukuni.

During the reign of Emperor Hao, who "deposed the hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone".

But where the domestic Buddhist temples and temples are Taoist.

All were seized, large and small.

The monk Lao Dao was forced to return to the world and join the world.

Dispersed and lived on the streets.

11th year of Emperor Hao, December.

Southern border, Yuzhou.

Although it is located on the border.

But this city, which borders the fertile soil of the Xiangjiang Plain of Shuxiang State, is not desolate at all.

On the contrary, it is particularly lively.

There are merchants from all over the world passing by every day.

It's very different from the lively scene.

In the northern suburbs of Yuzhou City, there are several small villages built by mountains and rivers.

Slightly desolate.

As for the farthest from the city.

In the middle of a ravine connected to the mountains, there is a small village called Qingzhu Village.

It is even more sparsely populated and few people know about it.

Even Yuzhou Mu, who is sitting in a state.

I don't know that there is such an inconspicuous village in his jurisdiction.

Even the map of Yuzhou does not indicate the location of Qingzhu Village.

It is such a village that seems to have been forgotten by the world, but it is like a paradise.

Neighboring harmony, Qianmo traffic.

Chickens and dogs smell each other, and they come and go.

Harmony and contentment.

Similar to the situation of Qingzhu Village, it is on the top of a small hill that is not high next door.

A small Taoist temple.

It is left in the Jingguo country where there is no Buddhism under the king's land.

It can be said that it is the only remaining fruit, which is commendable.

Although the walls are crumbling, the thatched roof is repaired.

I don't know how many years it hasn't been repaired.

It can still stand proudly in the wind and rain of Yasukuni with a standout attitude.

It can definitely be called a beautiful shadow in the deep mountains and old forests.

Because of the hill where it is located, it was named Fangcun Mountain by the old Taoist priests of the previous generation.

The Taoist temple also has a name - Fangcun Temple.

Indeed, there is only a square inch of space within the Taoist temple.

It's so small that it can't accommodate a few people at all.

In addition to the main hall of the practice, there is only a small thatched house.

It is not able to satisfy the Taoist "harmony between the two instruments, and the future is a foregone conclusion".

There is no "Tai Chi evolution, four elephants coexist".

Since the old Taoist priest ascended to heaven.

There is only one disciple of the old Taoist priest who lives in the square inch view.

A delicate trail that looks less than the year of the weak crown.

The little Taoist priest sprinkles and cleans inside and outside the Taoist temple every day.

Sometimes he sits cross-legged under an old tree on the top of Fangcun Mountain and looks up at the sky.

Three meals a day are cooked with wild vegetable spring water in the mountains, and you can enjoy yourself.

When the people of the village go out early to plow.

From time to time, you can see the little Taoist priest sitting on the top of a low mountain, under the shade of a tree, watching the sunrise in the east and the purple air coming from the east.

When there is nothing to do, the people of the village will gather together in twos and threes.

After dinner, we talked about it.

The little Taoist priest lived an old-fashioned life.

It seems like a person enjoying life in his twilight years, and he has won the legacy of the old Taoist priest.

Because the old Taoist priest was so mediocre and idle during his lifetime.

People in the village have long been accustomed to it.

So it's no surprise now.

The men in the village work at sunrise.

Evening home.

The woman's family weaves silk and linen, cooks and washes.

The youngsters play in groups of three or five, playing freely.

The days passed like this, and they were comfortable and peaceful.

It's like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

On that day, a thunderstorm broke the tranquility of the small ravine in an instant.

Between lightning and thunder.

A white figure flickering in the storm was holding an oil-paper umbrella that had been almost shattered by the wind and rain.

He walked in the direction of Fangcun Mountain with great difficulty.

Holding a coarse cloth wrap tightly in his arms.

Her lonely, thin figure resembles a catkins that are so thin that they are vulnerable.

In the dark, the wind and rain are blowing, and it seems that it may be overturned and swept away at any moment.

It is also possible to be swallowed up by this endless darkness at any time.

But her eyes were firm, and her scarlet eyes were full of tears.

It's like two flaming red lights in the dark night.

Although the hand holding the package shrunk and twitched from the cold.

She was still holding onto her.

I am afraid that the package will be eroded by even a little wind and rain.

In the midst of a rainstorm rarely seen in decades.

She struggled with every step she took.

The messy umbrella in the wind seemed to drain all the strength of the body.

can barely hold it in his hand, slightly resist a few raindrops pouring down.

However, when she walked to the foot of Fangcun Mountain, she was already walking in water, her whole body was wet, and the rain soaked her clothes.

She looked up at the overwhelmed oil-paper umbrella and gritted her teeth.

Raise your hand to snatch the umbrella surface that was broken in the rain, tear off the umbrella pole and throw it into the rainstorm.

With trembling hands, he wrapped the surface of the oil-paper umbrella tightly in his arms.

Raise your hand to tear a gap in the air intake on it.

Untie the white belt of your tunic and shake off your soaked coat.

The root of the tooth clenched but did not hesitate to lift the inner lining.

Revealing a piece of skin as white as mutton fat.

Wrap the canopy close to you.

Take comfort with your own insignificant temperature.

Then he didn't stop, and while holding the things in his arms, he closed his shirt again.

Tighten your belts.

She exhaled a cloudy breath and bent her upper body slightly.

Straight up the hill path full of grass and stones, potholes and mud.

One accidentally slipped his right foot into a mud puddle.

The soles of his feet stumbled, and he fell to the ground with staggering.

She didn't exclaim in pain.

Instead, for the first time, he protected all his hands in front of the package.

Seeing that the package was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Embarrassedly combed the messy hair that blocked the view.

Then he shook himself again and stood up.

Continue to walk towards the mountain in the face of the torrential rain.

Another careless, slipped and fell to the ground again.

His elbow was cut by a sharp stone on the side of the path, and a long bloody wound was cut.

Blood gushed like a spring, and quickly stained a piece of clothing red in the rain.

It dripped into the mud puddle and left a blinding red of blood.

Ignoring the pain, she looked at the package in her arms again.

The stubborn eyes were slightly desolate, and the teeth were almost crushed.

But she was unwilling to succumb to fate.

Biting the tip of his tongue and forcibly restoring his groggy mind.

Then she hugged the package again.

The violent howling of the wind seemed to hear the intermittent cry of a baby.

She patted the package gently, her lips twitching.

Seems to be saying something.

It's just that in the wind and waves of the outside world, the sound is drowned out into nothingness.

Amazingly, the baby's cry disappeared.

There was a slight relieved smile on her face.

Stood up and staggered forward.

The storm was too unforgiving for a woman in white.

It's just that compared to the ruthlessness of this world.

She felt that the pain caused by the wind and rain was only temporary.

After experiencing the bullying and humiliation in the past, what is the suffering in front of you!

Violated the rules of heaven!

If she can't even get through these difficulties in front of her, what awaits her is death.

At all costs.

The child is her hope.

She had to give up all hope!

Her footsteps never stopped.

Since stepping on the trail of Fangcun Mountain, her determination has never been stronger.

The strength that came from nowhere continued to support her.

In the process of falling and getting up again and again.

It was never crushed by the storm.

Fortunately, Fangcun Mountain is not high, but fortunately, her heart is strong enough.